Lisa was near obsesive, asking questions about the two suits. When she noticed she wouldn't fit, she asked if it could be adjusted.

The answer in the negative prompted her to order a few of the people standing around to move the suits onto the trailer. I simply climbed into the one I had been using and launched toward the trailer, landing on the deck. Then reached down and pulled the other one up.

"Think she could pilot the second one?" Lisa asks, showing a younger woman, with similar sizes to me. Her auburn hair made her easy to be hidden in the background.

Her left eye was a clear sphere. A small three axis camera floated in whatever oil was being used. Her right eye was Hazel.

"As long as her motor skills can keep up, she should be fine. I am fifteen, and have some issues when trying to land."

"Train her, in front of me." Lisa practically growls.

"Get changed, clothes are in it. We'll get started when you get back."

As soon as she left, Lisa pretty much dropped on me.

"I'm going to ask once, and only once. I've considered you a friend for the last year, is your country a threat?"

"No." I didn't even hesitate.

"How do you know?" She asked, obviously worried. I stepped so close, I wouldn't have to speak loudly.

"I'm not from a kingdom, and it's not the armor that jumped."

I took a step back.

"I've trusted you with the biggest secret I have. Do you understand?"

A simple nod, and the woman was back. I never asked her name, I just start explaining things the same way Lyla had explained it to me.

In twenty minutes She was able to jog, and do almost all basic exercises. Sit ups are kind of hard with a few extra inches of padding and metal surrounding you.

At lunch, Lisa yelled for both of us to stop, and go to lunch with her.

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She sent the other girl away once we were done eating.

"How long do the batteries last?"

"They don't use batteries, it generates its own power. I don't know how long it's fuel source lasts. A couple of decades per gram or so. That's my best guess."

She stops moving for a second.

"It's not radioactive, if that's your worry." I tell her.

"Can it be scaled up?"

"Easily, but if it's too large it will produce more power than what can be used, even while at idle. A generator that would come up to my hips, from the ground can power a city of 6 million for fifty years using one kilogram of beryllium."

The other girl comes back, asking if it can be painted a different color. Lisa and I end our conversation, and we go to the little suits, sitting on the back of the trailer, and discuss paint schemes.

Once I knew what she wanted, I agreed, sending her away, and grabbing tarps to cover both of the suits on the trailer, like a tent. I then removed both of them, put two back that were painted, and jumped home.

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"Where have you been?" Tabby nearly yells when I step out of the room. Patty walks in the room, wearing my old look, once it's explained to her, she grabs my wrist, green smoke wraps around it, then she disappears. I hung around for a couple of hours, then decided to head back.

I grab the generator on the table, make a copy of it, by adding straps to it, my outfit tab considered it a backpack accessory. I wouldn't want to wear it for long though.

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Once back in the tent, I set the generator down, then started breaking down the tent.

Both of the little suits were now forest camouflage hers with matte navy blue stripe across the armor shoulder pauldrons, and mine with a matte dark purple. And the unpainted power core sat between them.

Lisa approached, immediately approving of the color schemes of the suits. Before I could say anything about the core, Patty appeared, still wearing my visage.

"Sierra, you are to return home immediately." It's the tone I used on Tabitha while she was growing up.

"Dad, this is important." Lisa having just seen a man appear from a puff of smoke seemed to understand a lot, all at once.

"So are your other tasks. This one is not only being unreasonable, what is there is more than what you should have done. I'll let you leave another generator so they can reverse engineer it; but I don't want you back here for three years."

"Alright. Going home?" I ask.

"Yes, Princess, you are to go home." I left a dark purple outfit and a spare generator, and headed home. A few minutes later I was standing in the Living room looking at two, very angry people.

"You would think, having lived as long as you have, you would see the signs of being used." Tabitha said to me.

"That Lisa girl, that was being chummy with you, her soul moved to a different dimension three years ago. You were being used to bring in more advanced technology."

"Another administrator?" I asked.

"No, just someone the administrator uses to fix things. Lisa wasn't supposed to die, but she did, so a proxy soul was used, to fix the timeline there. Don't give them anything else, especially if you are dragged there again." I nod, then lay down, waking up with the foggy November sun.